Killian left the city in October.
Not permanently, and not in the broken way I had feared after the crash. He went with purpose. He told me first, sitting across from me at my kitchen table with a coffee cup in both hands and an expression that was settled in a way I hadn't seen before.
"I need to figure out what I want that isn't about competition," he said. "I'm going to spend some time in Europe. There are some projects I've been putting off."
"Is this about the babies?" I asked directly.
"Partly," he said. "But mostly it's about me. I've spent thirty years being defined by what Kade has. I want to try existing on my own terms for a while."
I looked at him.
"That's the most self-aware thing you've ever said to me."
He smiled. Not the big Killian Carter smile. Something smaller an
